Compared to the busy British Ministry of Magic, the Wayne family is having a particularly fulfilling day.
In the morning, I picked up the team sent by Volkswagen from the airport. After lunch, I took them to the Bugatti Factory and listened to a technical exchange that lasted almost the entire afternoon.
I can understand aerodynamics, turbocharging and direct injection are barely passable, but I completely don't understand things like engine compression ratio.
"Even if titanium alloy can balance weight and volume, the engine compartment will be too long according to the current design, which will lead to an overall increase in vehicle size and reduce agility."
V-type engines are a common design in supercars nowadays, and increasing the number of cylinders means that the overall length is much greater.
There are front-wheel-drive, transversely mounted supercars, but these are cars with engines that can produce at least 1,000 horsepower.
You don't need to go at top speed; a slight lapse in attention can lead to a terrible car accident.
For the safety of the driver, a front-mounted engine is not feasible.
A mid-engine layout wastes a lot of power output; a rear-engine layout is the best solution.
Vincent hesitated many times before finally revealing the W-shaped design.
This cannot be explained by a child's wild idea; with the original design team already in place, the birth of the W16 engine was inevitable.
Although it couldn't be moved up much further, he still gave a small suggestion.
The concept drawings do not include a door design; the original version features a discreet, conventional side-opening door.
Former owner Romano Artiole poached Marcello Gandini, the designer of Lamborghini Murat, to create the scissor doors of the EB110.
It's just a slight increase in weight. Since the engine has already been chosen as a titanium alloy, a slight increase in horsepower should ensure stability.
After a brief silence, both design teams unanimously agreed to adopt the suggestion.
Gandini was even more eager to get started, sitting in front of the computer to begin designing the hinge structure.
Having no development budget is a good thing; you can try to realize even the most outlandish ideas.
The in-vehicle system's microcomputer had to be custom-made, and the interior was also handcrafted by top Italy manufacturers.
Costs were skyrocketing, and Eric felt his blood pressure rising as well.
But when he saw Vincent's eyes, all his complaints vanished.
He's not like Grandpa Wayne; he wouldn't object to his son joining the army, attending magic school, or even his dream of building cars.
Switching to selling cars is a good idea; at worst, I can just make a few more trips to the Middle East when school starts.
Dinner was ordered from the car factory.
After much discussion, the development direction was finally decided.
The body and retractable rear wing were handled by the Bugatti team, while the chassis and engine were led by the Volkswagen team.
Seeing that both sides were getting along harmoniously, Wayne's family could return home with peace of mind.
Vincent will attend the final hearing of the Wizard Cards the day after tomorrow, and after Lockhart's final hearing at the end of the month, he will officially take office as the Britain youth representative of Wizengamot.
The progress of the Alchemy Factory needs to be expedited; at least the basic production requirements must be met before the start of the school year.
Falling asleep with good wishes for the future really does prevent nightmares.
After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and eating breakfast, I clapped my hands and packed all my luggage.
The Wayne family left the hotel and got into the EB112 sports car to go to the airport.
A few days ago, the Volkswagen Group officially announced its collaboration with Bugatti to develop a groundbreaking supercar, and excited automotive media have been camped out near the Campogalliano factory.
Unfortunately, they were destined not to succeed.
To outsiders, the EB112 was just an ordinary Volkswagen Beetle.
After paying the baggage fee, the family of three boarded a flight back to the Britain.
Eric turned on the television in front of his seat.
The journalists have been eagerly anticipating his arrival: he is the new owner of Bugatti from the Britain.
It feels so good to be constantly thought of.
Vincent was uninterested in the speculations of the Italy automotive media and instead took out the design drawings of the Alchemy Factory to look through.
The area is not a problem; in terms of location, we can consider the bar cellar at the end of Knockturn Alley.
Once Greengrass and Rosier obtain the land deeds, the project can proceed smoothly.
The automotive media on TV portrayed Eric as a wealthy playboy who bought the Bugatti simply to make it easier to pick up girls.
Unable to watch any longer, Evelyn changed the channel.
"Honey, I think you should send them a lawyer's letter."
"Okay—okay."
Eric's smile was rather stiff.
Don't get carried away; he has a wife and children.
"Urgent news alert—"
Animal documentaries broadcast on BBC television were suddenly replaced by studio broadcasts.
News anchor Susan was much more serious than usual.
According to police sources, a serial killer escaped from Birmingham prison early yesterday morning.
This is a photo. He is an extremely dangerous individual who once brutally murdered 12 people with a gun...
The photo on the TV shows a man.
His gloomy eyes were the only sign of life on his haggard face, and his skin was as pale as a vampire's in a movie.
He looks much older Eric, but I was surprised to find out he's only 34.
"His name is Sirius Black, and he suffers from extremely severe bipolar disorder..."
Sirius Black—
SiriusBlack!?
Vincent craned his neck to look over.
The Black, was holding up a sign with his name below several unintelligible characters.
He recognized it immediately Magical Runes.
Born on November 3, 1959.
He was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban on November 1, 1981, for killing Peter Pettigrew, who was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, and causing the deaths of 12 innocent Muggle.
This Sirius, whose name sounds the same, is none other than the infamous Death Eaters, Sirius Black Black.
If it gets to the point where the Muggle government has to issue a warrant for its arrest, the Ministry of Magic probably won't have found a single hair on its head.
The record of zero prison breaks has finally been broken.
The Wayne couple were deeply saddened upon learning the true identity of the wanted criminal.
The wizarding community has both good and bad members, and no matter how magical magic is, it cannot improve people's moral character.
In the end, Sister Susan also warned the citizens who found Sirius Black not to try to be heroes, as a serial killer with a gun could do anything when he goes crazy.
"The Ministry of Magic is truly rotten..." Vincent shook his head in disappointment.
"Mom and Dad, it seems like a new feature was just launched before we unsubscribed from The Daily Prophet."
Record the daily events of the Ministry of Magic and introduce each department in the form of text and photos.
He kept trying to pat himself on the back, and now he's gotten himself into trouble.
Eric said with a look of disdain, "Son, if it were our Prime Minister, he would have been out of 10 Downing Street by now."
Evelyn wholeheartedly agreed, "That's right, wizards are always so high and mighty, and now that something's happened, they need our government to help them issue arrest warrants."
Vincent suddenly widened.
The Muggle government was informed of the risk of the Wizarding World being discovered.
Fudge isn't stupid.
Such a self-deceiving and even obsessive genius would never make the decision to destroy his own foundation.
Unless there is a greater risk than the risk of jeopardizing the minister's position.